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¡ Mutt !
#3200 • 437 views
Posted: 2010-10-13 04:47:31
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about ♥
Introduction
I've been wanting to write this for a while.
I like writing, a lot. It's my way of speaking. Does that make sense? I hope not. It's just more... true, that way.
Anyway. This is about love.
Not mush, not gush. Not Romeo-Juliet slush. Pride. Happiness. Sharing. Being together.
Think about the love a mom or a dad has toward their kids, a boyfriend to his girlfriend. Vice versa.
A dedicated teacher to their student. Siblings to each other. Friends who've known each other since kindergarten.
That's what I want to talk about. Write about. In story-poem form.
In short, this is mostly dedicated to those who have felt love.
And especially to those who haven't.
♥
I remember the first time I saw you.
Young, happy. Carefree. Untouched.
I remember the first time I spoke to you, how I knew. Even then.
I remember us laughing together. Talking together. Being together.
That was life as it was meant to be: highlighted in the shimmering liquid glow of sunlight. Dipped in gold summer. You remember summer, right? That time when it was all okay. Everything was okay. Maybe even better.
Better than okay.
And then you grew up.
I was there for it. For the smiles, the pride, the days when you flew. I was there. Maybe not always. But forever.
Forever's a long time, right? Ages and ages. Ancient and newborn and perfect.
Forever summer. What an idea.
But nothing can stay that way. I learned. I hadn't known it myself, until you did. When you just felt weighted. That was worse than the pain.
I mean, crying hurts. Pain hurts. But then you would find a way out, dust yourself off, come up smiling. I admired it. I loved it. I loved you.
Then they shackled you. Chained you. You tried to break free. Those butterfly wings of yours, that I always admired, they fell off. Fragile and breakable and transparent and thin.
Life's like that. You knew that. I knew you did. That's why you could teach it to me, so accurately.
My heart broke right alongside yours. Thinking about it now, I realize I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. But then it was amazing, that pain. Stunning. Shocking.
And then I felt the weight, the strain of wings, of freedom. Of holding up the sky.
I held it with you. We shared it.
There, I learned the meaning of love.
I wanted to let you go. Some selfish corner of me wanted to feel happy again. Happy's just a memory, though. I realized that. Once you truly feel happy, you can never truly feel that bright again.
So now okay's the only choice. I could live with that. I did. It's why I'm here today.
And we bore it, together, you and me.
We grew. Your confusion faded. You started feeling you had a place in this great huge world. I knew you did. I didn't know a lot more, but I knew. I was sure. I helped support you. That was my greatest joy. I'm proud of it. I'm proud of you.
I remember once, when you were in the car. We were riding together. I don't know where.
This song came on the radio. It was amazing, strong. It was heartbreaking. I tried to hold on to my tears, stop my breath from growing unsteady, and I looked over at you, and you had your head up straight and proud, and you were crying. I was so darn proud of you.
We reached higher. We strove to reach our dreams. We fought. You cried. I cried. I didn't feel right. I felt like I was cutting off my lungs, my air, my life. Even now, it hurts me to think of that.
Somehow, we made our own summer. We made it shine. I learned how to shine. You taught me.
You shone.
I loved it. I loved you. I laughed with you, laughed as you spread your wings, flew higher. You outshone the sun. You smiled and lit up the world.
We're different now. We understand more about the world. I feel more mature. It's harder to jump and fly and shine.
But thank you. Thank you for making my life bright.
Thank you for teaching me to fly.
I hope, one day, you'll find this in my desk. You'll read it. You'll know.
You always did.
Thank you for my forever summer.
I love you.
